: Extraordinary: The third day of September in the third year after Ye Hua left

On the third day of September of the third year after Ye Hua left, I was listening to a play in the Mortal Realm and met a little fairy named Zhiyue on Fanghuxian Mountain. Listening to the drama in the Fanjie must follow the script of the Fanjie. If you feel that the horns sing well, you will hold a money field. When you cheer, you can throw a few rewards on the stage, which is not worthy of the actor's hospitality.
About the first time Zhiyue Xiaoxian returned to the mortal world to watch a play, she saw that behind the red wood carving column, the people who were watching the play threw money away, jealous, but she was very shabby with empty sleeves. She saw through my fairy body. Xizizi reported himself and asked me to borrow some money for rewards. Although I was a little surprised that she was a little fairy who had learned the art of change, and it was a trivial matter to change one or two silver coins, so she still borrowed a few Ye Mingzhu to her. Later, I learned that her parents were afraid that Yeyou from the lower realm would cause trouble and sealed her off.
Originally it was just a nodding fate, but after I went to the mortal world to watch a play, I was able to meet her again. This nodding fate was transformed into a long-lasting fate, Zhiyuesheng's joyful and lively life, without haunting me I find it rare to find out who I am, where I live, and how old I am. I think it’s rare to have someone talk when listening to the drama, and it’s not like "Look at this ups and downs of drama--" this kind of saying is pretty good.
After this, I listened to more than a dozen scenes with her, and counted the days, it has been more than two months.
Today, I was sitting in this building again and listening to the opera. On the stage, I sang "The Peony Pavilion". It was the fifth day of October. It was the fifth day of October. It was a good time to get married and avoid the swordsman. Three years ago, at this time, Yehua was away When I left, I took a sip of wine and watched the Tsing Yi on the stage dancing the sleeves.
This essay sings straight to "I will be like a flower for you, like a river of water, I am Da'er looking around and pitying myself in the quiet girl," Zhiyue Xiaoxian was late to come, 　face took up a face beside me Seated. Halfway through the play, she covered the corners of her mouth and sneaked in and sneaked up and said: "My cousin from a distant house who was a wizard but died young that day, do you remember?"
I nodded to show that I remembered.
Zhiyue Xiaoxian often talks to me about drama, and also often talks about her distant cousin. According to her, her cousin, a wise and martial cousin, is an eternal talent, but unfortunately his life was thinner. He died on the battlefield at a young age, leaving a pair of half-dead parents and a child who was crying all day long. , Poor and poor. Every time she sighed the word pity, her face was indeed compassionate. But I don't think how pitiful her cousin's family is, perhaps in recent years he has seen life and death. Zhiyue held the pot and poured a cup of cold tea, moisturized his throat, looked around, and then covered the corners of his mouth and came over: "My cousin, didn't I tell you that he was dead for three years? Three years ago, he clan Everyone thought he had only one body left, and the soul was wiped out early. They made a Xuanjing ice coffin and sank him in a sea. I went to see it. Yesterday, it was quiet for hundreds of thousands of years. Haizi suddenly got into trouble, and the sea swished upwards, setting off ten feet high waves, actually supporting the mysterious crystal ice coffin. They said that it was the fairy ze surrounding the ice coffin that stirred up the sea water. You say it’s not strange, my cousin’s soul is gone, but there is still such a powerful immortal Ze to protect him, no one of the clan knows what’s going on, we were driven out of the younger generation. At that time, the patriarch sent the lower fairy to invite a in our clan. My father and mother said, maybe his cousin was not dead at all. Alas, if he was not dead, Xiao Ali would not have to cry all day long. Up."
There was silence all around, and the wine glass in my hand fell to the ground with a "pop", and I could hear myself dryly saying: "Then Haizi is Wuwanghai? Your cousin is Prince Yehua? He is the eldest son of Heavenly King Yehua. ?"
Zhiyue stammered and said, "You, how do you know?"
I stumbled and rushed out of the teahouse, and rushed to the street before I remembered that the sky must be soaring. Stumbled and climbed up to the head of the cloud, his eyes swept over the mortal kneeling down below, only to remember that I was the purple mist driven by auspicious clouds at the market.
In the mid-air above Tengyun, the sky is high and the earth is far away, and my downward vision is vast. My mind is blank, and I can't remember the way to Nantian Gate anyway. The more eager I was in my heart, the more empty my mind was. I stepped on the cloud head and walked back and forth in the sky, not knowing what to do.
Unconsciously slipping on his feet, he almost fell to the cloud head, but fortunately he was firmly supported by a pair of arms.
Mo Yuan's voice remembered behind, "Why are you so careless that you can fall down even with a cloud?"
I turned and clasped his wrist tightly, and said eagerly, "Where is Ye Hua? Master, where is Ye Hua?"
He frowned and said, "Wipe your tears first. I'm just asking you to talk about this."
Mo Yuan said that God Father used half of his divine power to make an immortal womb for Yehua's rebirth. After he was reborn, this divine power has been with him and hidden in his divine consciousness. Three years ago, he didn't know that Ye Hua also chopped down Yingzhou's four elder brothers, and obtained the other half of the divine power of God Father, before he thought he was hopeless. Presumably, Yehua used all the power of the Father God to counter the Heaven-destroying power of the Eastern Emperor God. The Yuanshen was damaged by these two powers, and he spontaneously fell into a deep sleep, but everyone thought he was The soul flew into ashes and disappeared. Even Yehua himself, he was afraid that he thought so.
Mo Yuan said that he should have slept for decades in this round of deep sleep, but the Xuanjing Ice Coffin is a good artifact. Although Wuwanghai belongs to the remains of the Shentian clan, it is actually a holy place for cultivation. I was able to wake up in the year, and it was really crooked.
I didn't hear most of what he said. I only really heard him say, Xiao Seventeen, Ye Hua is back, he ran to Qingqiu to find you as soon as he landed, so go back soon.
I never thought that he would be alive overnight. Although I have silently prayed for thousands of times, but in my heart I actually understand that it is all extravagant hopes. Ye Hua disappeared three years ago. Under the peach blossoms in front of the fox cave, the robe he wore was buried. He died. Before he died, he made me forget him and let me live a happy life. But, Mo Yuan said that Ye Hua woke up, he was not dead, he was alive all the time.
I soared all the way back to Qingqiu, and fell from the cloud head four times inadvertently.
After passing Taniguchi, I simply abandoned the cloud head and landed, staggering towards the fox cave. I met some small immortals on the side of the road saying hello to me. I didn’t even know, but my hands and feet trembled involuntarily. All that is fooled.
When the fox hole appeared under my eyes, I slowed down. I haven't walked from the main entrance for a long time, and the peach tree planted three years ago next to the cave has been very prosperous. Green hills, green trees, and blue lakes. For the first time in three years, I have seen the color of green hills clearly.
The sunlight shone down through the clouds, and a tree of peach blossoms in the green hills and clear waters was like a shining haze on the nine sky.
The young man in black robes standing under the haze of a tree was leaning slightly, his slender fingers standing in front of the tombstone.
It's like a dream.
I took two steps forward holding my breath, fearing that the scene before me would be gone for a big move.
He turned his head, the wind blew, and the haze on the tree rose and fell into a wave of red waves. He smiled slightly, still the way he first saw it, with picturesque eyebrows and dark hair. A few flowers floated in the red waves. There were no other colors and no other sounds in the world.
He stretched out his hand and said softly: "Shuan Qian, come here."